The Tribute's Daughter

When the tributes from District 8 are chosen for the 75th Hunger Games, Cecelia leaves behind three children. This is the story of her oldest daughter Jennetta.


1. Snow's Message

      I was sitting in a small room I had designated my sewing room. It was our trade here in District 8, so every little girl or boy knew how to sew. As I sat there working away I could smell the stagnate, air rolling through the window. With it came the unavoidable smell of chemicals and burning wood. There was very little fresh air to be found here, and now with all the recent fires there was even less then usual.

      In the next room I could hear the screen coming to life, I didn't move from my sewing, not wanting to see another public execution. Ever since Katniss and Peeta announced their engagement, District 8 had been a dangerous place to live. It's citizens have began to rebel, in fact they had been doing a good job of it. That was of course before the Capitol began bombing any building even suspected of housing rebels.

     Last week they had bombed a factory suspected of being a rebel hideout. There may have been rebels in there. I'm not sure, all I do know is there were a lot of innocent bystanders that were killed that day. My father was one of them. Now they have the whole place in lockdown.

      "Jennetta, there's a message from the Capitol, you should come out here," I heard my mom, Cecelia calling from the other room. Eighteen years ago she was selected for the Hunger Games. She never really talked about her time there, but some nights I could hear her crying, so I knew it still haunted her. I was hoping I wouldn't have to find out what the arena was like first hand. The last three years I had been lucky enough not to be chosen in the reaping. This year was the Quarter Quell though, so anything could happen.

      I set down the hat I was working on from my little sister Lizbay, and walked into the other room, where my mom, brother and sister were waiting.

      There one the screen was President Snow, he was talking about the previous Quarter Quells and opening an envelope with 75 clearly written on it.

      "On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them can not overcome the power of the Capitol, the male and female tributes will be reaped from the existing pool of victors."

       I didn't understand at first, it wasn't until my mom started sobbing that it hit me. Everyone who had ever won, and thought they were safe to live their lives, now had a chance of reliving the horrific nightmare again, including my mom.

      There were only three female winners to choose from in all of District 8, so that made the chances of my mom getting chosen a very real possibility.








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